Sure, it’s a long way up there. Eight miles from the trailhead to Snowmass Lake to be precise. And with the big backpacks, it can be pretty punishing. But the lake is such a special place and I’ve always considered Snowmass Mountain to be underrated when compared to other Elk Range 14ers. It’s as beautiful as it is remote, and when it comes to skiing, it’s actually one of the best 14er ski descents in our neck of the woods. The 3000 foot run down the huge east bowl is unmatched in my opinion.

So when Aron Ralston called to ask if I was interested in joining him, I was in.

Stopping at the view up into Bear Creek. It’s a long way in to Snowmass Lake. We took our time.

Arriving at the lake. As expected we were the only ones there.

The approach to the lake was tough, as always. It was a slow-paced five hour slog. But arriving at the lake without another person around, and below the huge ski run we would attempt the following morning made it all worthwhile. We got there early enough to dry everything out, relax, eat some freeze dried dinner, and get to bed early.

It was a beautiful afternoon and evening.

And an even more beautiful morning.

The next morning was picture-perfect. We started across the frozen lake and then up the slopes of the bowl towards the summit. It steepened as we neared the summit ridge, and from there we followed pretty close to the normal summer route, traversing just below the ridge on the mountains west side. The snow was very supportive after so much sunny, spring weather. It was easy travel with our crampons.

Heading across the frozen expanse of the 11,000 foot high Snowmass Lake. The summit is actually the middle one of the three bumps on the ridge out in the distance.

Once we reached the ridge we put our skis on our backs and proceeded up on foot.

Managing it just fine with one fewer hand than the rest of us.

On the 14,092 foot summit!

Before we knew it we were at the summit, looking down the direct east face ski line. It’s really steep. While other local peaks like Pyramid and the Maroon Bellsget the credit for being committing ski runs, I’ve always believed that this line down Snowmass Mountain deserves to be recognized as well. It’s easily 50 degrees for a couple of hundred feet, after which the angle eases an it becomes a more enjoyable ski.

Aron at the start of the ski. I’d say this qualifies as “steep” in my book.

That’s me. You can see Snowmass Lake way down in the valley below.

Aron’s turn. The snow was pretty wintry up high.

It was early enough in the spring that the snow off the summit was still dry and wintry. Once down in the bowl and on a true east aspect it became a corn run all the way down to the lake. It was really cool.

It was corn skiing all the way down to the lake!

We made it back to camp by 11 or so, and packed up and skied out of camp. The exit was just as tiring as the approach, but having had such a great ski run right from the summit made it all worthwhile.